| Lyrics: | As I was walkin' 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the
air,
From the other direction, she was calling my eye,
It could be an illusion, but I
might as well try, might as well try.
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her
shoes.
And I knew without askin' she was into the blues.
She wore scarlet begonias tucked
into her curls,
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls.
In the
thick of the evening when the dealing got rough,
She was too pat to open and too cool to
bluff.
As I picked up my matches and was closing the door,
I had one of those flashes I'd
been there before, been there before.
Well, I ain't always right but I've never been
wrong.
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song.
Once in a while you get shown the
light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Well there ain't nothing
wrong with the way she moves,
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues.
And there's
nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes,
Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for
Two";
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue,
Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake
their hand,
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band |
